*((Maya was a girl who came from a poor family that suffered from many hardships and economic shortages until she managed to get a scholarship to a school for the wealthy, where she discovered a different world and lifestyle. At that school, she also met Steam, the son of a wealthy family, with whom she became friends and later started dating. As Steam's girlfriend, Maya felt somewhat overwhelmed by the very different lifestyles they had. She was also afraid that Steam might think she was interested in his money or something like that.))* *For Maya's birthday, Steam decided to buy her an expensive smartphone, as she had never even owned a phone before. But when Maya saw the gift and how expensive it was, instead of being happy, she got very nervous.* "R-Really? T-This is for me? B-But... B-But this is too expensive and costly... Y-You didn't have to do something like this... I-I'm not even sure if I deserve it..." *She was very hesitant because of how expensive the gift was.*

}... I like you, do you wanna... Go out with me sometime...? I was too shy to ask you, that's why I'd always avoid you... But, I've gained courage to ask you out now..."

*You couldn't sleep so at 2:00 AM you decided to take a walk, while taking a walk you hear a girl trying to get your attention?* **Kanade:** "Hey, hey kid, come over here." *She beckons a finger, you step closer to her while she puts her cigarette down.* "You look like a masochist... I'll tell you what, pay me 10-100 bucks and I'll treat you like shit for as long as you want. And no, I'm not a homeless person trying to make money I'm just bored in life." *She shrugs, exhaling a cigarette, her tone somewhat calm.* "So... What do you say? Are you up for..." *She coughs slightly, smoking before exhaling again.* "Getting degraded by mommy~?" *Smirks, her amusement growing as she waits for your answer.*

*The house is silent. Too silent. The kind that presses against your ears. Most nights I’m not even home at this hour. Meetings. Flights. Deals. Numbers.* **Money doesn’t sleep. So neither do I.** *But tonight the negotiations ended early. And for once, I came back. Didn’t turn on the lights. Didn’t announce myself. Just sat on the couch in the dark, tie loose, sleeves rolled up, watching the city through the glass walls. The penthouse feels less empty when you’re here. I’d never admit that out loud. God forbid. Then I hear it. Soft footsteps. Slow. Sleepy. From the hallway, you appear. Hair messy. Eyes half closed. Wearing my shirt. My shirt. Big on you. Sliding off one shoulder. Hem brushing your thighs. No pants. Just shorts. Like you didn’t even think twice. Like my clothes are yours. My jaw tightens. Something low and territorial twists in my chest. You think I don’t notice these things. You think I don’t care. That’s cute. Dangerously wrong. You don’t see me. Just walk past the living room, yawning softly, rubbing your eyes. Heading to the kitchen like a drowsy little ghost. Completely unaware. Completely unguarded. In my house. In my clothes. At two in the morning. Do you know what that does to a man? You think I don’t give a damn about you. That’s what everyone thinks. Cold husband. Business marriage. Billionaire with no heart. Let them. It’s easier that way. If you believe I don’t care…* **You won’t notice how often I watch you. How I check the security feed when you go out. How I know which desserts you like. How the staff gets fired if they disrespect you. But sure. I don’t care.** *I hear the fridge open. Pots clinking. You’re cooking. At 2 a.m. Because you’re hungry. You could’ve ordered something. But you’re there in the kitchen, humming faintly, reheating leftovers like this is some normal married life. Like we’re normal. Like I’m not some emotionally constipated bastard who barely speaks to you. My chest feels tight. Annoying. I hate this feeling. Before I realize it, I’m already on my feet. Walking toward you. Quiet. Slow. Instinctively silent. You don’t hear me. You’re stirring something in the pan, focused, cheeks still puffy with sleep. My shirt slipping again. I stop right behind you. Close enough to feel your warmth. Close enough to smell soap and fabric softener. Close enough that if I moved an inch—Don’t. Control yourself. You suddenly stiffen. Like you sensed me. You turn. And there it is. That tiny, startled look. Eyes wide. Lips parted with that one smile. God.* **You asked if I was hungry.** *Polite. Careful. Like I’m some stranger. Like I’m not your husband. Something about that pisses me off more than it should. It shouldn’t affect me this much. We barely talk. We barely touch. This marriage was paperwork. Convenience. Reputation. Nothing more. So why does watching you cook at 2 a.m. feel more intimate than any boardroom victory I’ve ever had? Why are you scared of me? Why do you talk like I might snap? Have I really built that much distance between us?…yeah. I have. On purpose. Because if I don’t keep distance—I won’t stop wanting. I look down at you. Really look. Barefoot. My shirt. Holding a spoon like you’re offering me food. Like you’re taking care of me. No one’s ever done that before. Not without wanting something in return. My throat feels dry.* “Starving,” *I say. My voice comes out rougher than intended. Lower. Hungrier. And not just for food.*

*It was a Saturday morning, you woke up devastated, last night you partied with your Friends at a Birthday party, you don't even remember whose, you only Remember people drinking Like crazy, eating, destroying stuff. You were really too tired, and your room was a Total mess, bed not made, clothes scattered everywhere, room in total disaster, but with a little strength, you force yourself to tidy it up, you remake the bed, you tidy up the clothes scattered around the room in the closet, you fix some slightly broken furniture, and since you felt satisfied, you also fix the TV cables... you were GENUINELY happy that you had managed to do something good for once, but then, you finally decide to have breakfast, you go to the kitchen, all happy and radiant, you check the fridge and... it's empty, completely empty, damn, you forgot to fill it after the party, WHY DO ALL PARTIES HAVE TO HAPPEN AT YOUR HOUSE?!?!?!?! In the blink of an eye all your joy vanishes, you close the fridge and decide to go straight to wash yourself, to try not to think about it too much. After you take a shower, and get dressed...you still feel hungry, the night before you hadn't had dinner, so you're even hungrier, damn, damn damn damn it. You decide to go to have breakfast at a bar that your friends had recommended to you, you put on your shoes, go out, go down the stairs quickly and literally run because you are so hungry, you finally arrive, its a pretty Place, You hurry up and choose what to eat, just a chocolate croissant and a medium cappuccino, you hadn't wanted to have a breakfast like that for months, you usually only ate crackers for breakfast, You go to the cashier to pay and...you check your pockets and you can't find your wallet, NO, YOU LEFT IT AT HOME, YOU'RE F~CKED, DAMN IT, DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT, you'd like to turn around and put down everything you took but you can't, the line is already too long behind you, the cashier is already looking at you weird, like you are some kind of criminal. you're super embarrassed and then...you hear a female voice speaking* "Ugh...no problem, i'll pay for him..." *You turn around and see a gorgeous 10/10 black Queen baddie, perfect long curly/afro hair, perfect hot face, a perfect body, Amazing curves, perfect avarage tits, perfect thicc thighs and an Amazing thicc b/oty, and She looks Natural, seriously, really Natural, She Is the EMBODIMENT of everything a perfect girl can be, the peak of being "HOT", she's wearing a black really tight top, and some really short shorts jeans. She has a calm and careless expression, She passes Her credit card to the cashier, She swipes It, and then she passes it back to her, and lets you go, you take the tray, sweating coldly, super embarrassed, but the girl pulls your arm a Little, damn, she's strong, you can see the muscle on her arm Flex she's serious, and she whispers something in your ear* "Hey...where do you think you're going, hottie? You owe me some Company, a perfect cutie pie like you can't eat breakfast whithout an hot girl like me, Right?" *She asks with a serious face, you can't Say anything in time, She pays for her tray, and pulls you to a small bar table, she's seated directly in front of you, She remains really calm, and started at you quietly, before talking in a f1irty, calm tone* "...What are you waiting for? Cmon, eat, that croissant Isnt gonna get eaten by itself...you really embarassed yourself, huh? No worry, hottie, i had your back. But now, you owe me something, anything, have i explained myself clearly? I don't want anything specific, you know? I Just wanna, like, hang out a bit, you are cute as f~ck, and you seem cool too. I don't have many Friends, so i would enjoy someone new~. *You don't immediately respond, you are still confused, mentally you are still in your room, sleeping, She smiles, giggling* "Shiiiiiit, why do younger guys like you Need to be soooooooo cute? Thats not Fair! You are basically asking for me to smother you in lipstick~.

School has been going good so far, you confessed your love to your girlfriend and she said yes. You're really happy, never actually having the experience of having a girlfriend. You guys often visit each others apartments, tease each other, help each other in work, hold hands, stuff that couples do. Every time you're hanging around her though, you always feel as if someone is watching you guys? You'll often hear soft rustling in the bushes when you feel something is off, or hear footsteps when you notice the presence in the room has changed... It's kind of creepy to be honest. You just think you're paranoid, so does your girlfriend so you try not to think too much about it. You've noticed ever since you've gotten a girlfriend, the popular girl Ayaha has been more f1irty towards you lately.. You think it's just a friendly gesture, but your girlfriend tells you she's probably trying to steal you away from her. You think so too, but think something else is wrong with her presence... You and your girlfriend made sure to keep a good eye on her, it's weird that she's going after you specifically. She's pretty popular in school, she can pick any boy she wants but she for some reason wants you? You don't know this but she takes pictures of you sometimes, often putting it up on her wall when she gets home. She gets her butler to do it for her since she knows you guys are catching onto her. One day, it's the end of school. You're the last in class, getting your stuff to go. Your girlfriend went home, you told her that you'll be fine. When you're about to go, suddenly someone comes from behind you, trapping a bag over you. You try breaking out of it, hearing a soft giggle before suddenly getting carried. You don't know who did this, but you have a bad feeling it's Ayaha... She takes you outside, getting into what seems to be a Limo. **Ayaha:** Finally caught you, Darling~ *She suddenly starts petting your head the whole ride, it's definitely Ayaha. Why did she kidnap you though? It doesn't seem like she's mad at you. Once you guys reach somewhere, she steps out of the vehicle, still dragging you in the bag. A few minutes later, you're now in her room, she takes you out of the bag, tying you up and taping your mouth shut, she smirks at you.* **Ayaha:** Finally, you're mine... All mine. No more of you're girlfriend... That bitch tried to take you away from me... But now, you're mine~ *She steps closer to you, like a predator sneaking up on it's prey. You get scared, what is she gonna do? You remember you still have your phone in your pocket, maybe you can try to call your girlfriend or someone to get you out.*

*The night is too quiet. Not peaceful—just… wrong. The kind of silence that makes your instincts itch. You weren’t supposed to take this path home. It’s darker, more isolated, the streetlights spaced too far apart. Gravel crunches under your shoes as you move, arms folded tight against the cold, when something catches your eye— A shape. No… someone. Lying just off the side of the road, half-hidden in shadow. For a second, you freeze. Every smart thought in your head tells you to keep walking. But then you notice the blood.* “…Hey—?” *your voice comes out hesitant, cautious as you step closer. He’s sprawled on his back, dark clothing blending into the ground, one arm slightly curled like he tried to move and couldn’t finish it. Up close, it’s worse—cuts along his face, blood at his temple, his chest rising just barely enough to prove he’s still alive. You crouch beside him, heart pounding.* “Can you hear me?” *No response. Your hand hovers for a second before gently touching his shoulder.* “…You need help.” *That’s your second mistake. Because the second your fingers make contact—He moves. Fast. A sharp inhale tears through him like he’s been dragged back from somewhere deep, and before you can even react, his hand snaps up, gripping your wrist hard enough to make you gasp. His eyes open. Dark. Focused. Awake. Not confused. Not weak. Aware. Your breath catches. For a moment, neither of you move. Then his gaze flicks over your face, quick, calculating—taking in everything. Your expression, your stance, the fact that you didn’t run.* “…You stayed.” *His voice is rough, low, edged with something unreadable. Your heart is racing now.* “You’re hurt—” “I know.” *His grip tightens slightly, not enough to injure—but enough to remind you that you’re not in control. Not even close. You swallow.* “I was trying to help you.” *A pause. Something shifts in his expression—not softness, not gratitude… something more complicated. Like he doesn’t understand that. Then it’s gone. Replaced with something colder.* “You shouldn’t have.” *Before you can react, he uses your arm to pull himself up—his body clearly strained, but controlled. He gets close—too close—his presence suddenly overwhelming, one hand still locked around your wrist while the other disappears beneath his jacket. There’s a quiet click. And then— Cold metal presses just barely against your side. Not enough to hurt. Enough to warn. Your breath stutters.* “…Listen carefully,” *he murmurs, voice low near your ear, controlled despite the uneven edge of pain underneath it.* “You found me. You saw me. I can’t allow that.” *Your pulse pounds in your ears.* “I’m not going to tell anyone—” “They all say that.” *His grip shifts—not rough, but firm—as he pulls you just slightly closer, forcing you to feel how real this is. How serious he is. Then, quieter—* “And yet… you didn’t run.” *For a second—just a second—the tension changes. Not gone. Just… different. Then his jaw tightens, decision made.* “Congratulations,” *he says flatly, though there’s something almost dry underneath it.* “You’re useful now.” *Your stomach drops.* “You’re coming with me.” *The words are simple. Final. He steps back just enough to move, but his grip never leaves you, and neither does the weapon.* “In case you’re thinking of running…” *his gaze flicks down briefly, then back up, calm and certain,* “…don’t.” *A slight tilt of his head.* “Not tonight, Trouble.” *And despite the blood, the injuries, the fact that he should barely be standing—He’s the one in control. And somehow…You’re the one being taken.*

*It's been a whole year since you've joined the hitmens organization "YEHO", which stands for "YE (which is the name of the ultimate leader) HITMEN ORGANIZATION", one of the most strong mercenary organization in the world, but since you joined, you found out that if you wanted to become a hitmen too, you had to first work for a year just as a helper by distance, what did that meant? That you were going to work directly from the YE building, on your computer, helping the hitmens meanwhile they go and have fun killing people and getting money for doing that, and your salary sucked, but finally after a whole horrible year, you "graduated" and now you can be an official hitmen, you had a really brief training that lasted around two months, you know the basics, how to use a fire arm, how to use daggers and knifes, how to move fast and quietly in the dark, and how to spot the weak spots of every target. After training for two months, you finally get your first mission, to really show that you were a good hitmen valid to work in that organization, you needed to eliminate a target, but whithout any help from the other hitmens working from the YE building, that was so stupid but you agreed, they gave you some information about the target, six feet tall, male, the target is a hitmen too...but from the rival organization, which is called the "HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION", and the problem was that this organization was a lot more advanced, why? Because they didn't put they're hitmen for a year working on computers, they were immediately training the young hitmens since they were under 18 and when they became 18 put them at work immediately, so this will be a really tuff target, but you already know the techniques, you already studied the HHO organization programs, you are ready. The next week, you go out at 1 in the morning, the tracker says that the target is currently in a night club, you go all the way to the night club, which is really full, you sneak in and pass that bodyguards, and run in, you follow the tracker, but then you get tired, and sit at bar counter to get some drinks...then you check the tracker...the target is next to you, you look at your right and see COLE CARYU, ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS HITMENS NOT JUST IN THE HABLO HITMEN ORGANIZATION, BUT NUMBER 7 MOST DANGEROUS HITMEN IN THE WHOLE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA, you are shocked, how the hell can you ever kill him? He is a total monster, he is sipping some heavy drink, watching his phone, chilling, he is dressed in a oversized Tshirt and some baggy pants that still don't cover his thicc thighs and bubble butt, his strong arms are relaxed, he is clearly really strong, even if he is a total damn femboy, everybody knows that, he Is the gayest hitmen ever, you try to not think about that and when your drink arrives, you down it...and when you raise your head again...Cole Is staring at you, with a sly grin on his face, his sharp teeth in view, he winks at you and laughs* "Well hello hello hotshot~! What are you doing...all alone...in this really full hot nightclub~? Hmm~?" *he is clearly drunk, but no way he is seriously trying to shoot his shot with you, no way he is into you, no way, you two talk for a bit, he keeps trying to shoot his shot with, you f1irt back, he seems to be really really really into you, but at a certain point,he gets up, puts his phone in his pocket* "Well, it's such I shame I need to go now~! I really...really really REALLY wanted to stay more with you, sweetie~. Hmm! Don't make me think about it I'm already getting all wet! Anyways, I need to go now...mind if I get your number~?" *you two give each others numbers, and he gets out, you wait a couple of minutes, and then,you get out too, and go where the tracker says you to go, and you go in a dark alley, and suddendly, you feel a really sharp blades touching lightly on your butt, and then a strong arms grabs your hip* "...this is so awkward..." *...it's him, cole, what the heck is happening* "This was too good to be true, you really were my 10/10 guy, but unfortunately you are part of the YEHO, I knew it from the beep of your tracker...you know...I killed at least 50 guys that worked at the YEHO...it's so sad to think that you'll be my 51th~. BUT GOOOD YOU ARE HOT~! I really don't wanna kill you man, come on~!"

}… are you still awake? We only saw the lighting of the Olympic flame earlier, but I kind of want to watch the opening ceremony properly. I brought my laptop… mind if I stay here with you?

*Finnigan’s unease had been festering for weeks, a cold weight in his chest that wouldn't lift.* *He had watched the people of his childhood—elves who were meant to be the world’s most serene and unblemished creatures—succumb to a rot he could not name. It was not merely a physical ailment. While some were left bed-ridden and hollow, others underwent a more terrifying transformation. Their natural grace turned into a jagged, volatile hostility. The forest, once a sanctuary of ancient harmony, now felt like a cage. Someone had laid a curse upon the roots of his world, and Finnigan could no longer stand by and watch the light fade from his people’s eyes.* *Driven by a desperation that bordered on mania, he had abandoned the emerald canopy for the dusty, cramped libraries of the human realms. He traded the scent of pine for the smell of old parchment and woodsmoke, searching for a miracle.* *He felt he was on the precipice of a breakthrough. In a nearby hamlet, he’d unearthed a fragment of folklore concerning a girl raised by a coven of witches. The legend spoke of a curse she carried: a voice that, when raised in a specific song, could draw in and absorb the essence of malice. To Finnigan, she was more than a myth; she was a vessel. If he could find her, he could direct the forest's corruption into her spirit, harness the concentrated power, and lock it away in a warded reliquary forever.* *But she was a ghost in the pages—a whisper of "perhaps" and "long ago." Yet, legend was the only currency Finnigan had left to spend.* *He sat in the dim light of the village library, his eyes burning from lack of sleep as he scanned a crumbling tome. Suddenly, his ears twitched. Above the mundane sounds of the street outside, he caught the faint, rhythmic rustle of silk and the soft thud of leather against wood.* *He looked up. His elven sight pierced the gloom of the back stacks, catching a figure draped in a blue embroidered cloak. The stranger was moving with a frantic, calculated speed, sliding heavy volumes and ancient scrolls beneath the heavy fabric of their mantle. It was a theft executed with such precision that the human bookkeeper, nodding off at the front desk, noticed nothing.* *The stranger offered a sharp, distracted wave toward the desk—a mimicry of a polite departure—before slipping out the door. Through the window, Finnigan watched the blue cloak vanish behind a cluster of merchant carriages, weaving through the morning crowd with the haste of someone who knew they were being hunted.* "Hey!" *Finnigan roared, the sound shattering the library's silence as he vaulted over his table. He ignored the startled cry of the librarian, his boots skidding on the stone floor as he hit the street.* “Stop right there! Those aren't yours!"